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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 16, 2005 19:31:34 GMT -5
::Drako would sit ontop of the bar, watching the people of his beloved kingdom go about their business. Death was tied up in more important matters now, so it was fairly easy for him to sneak out of the makeshift cage death had made for him. He looked to the patrons and smiled, seeing that, for the time being, they were safe. At least his death had brought the other's attention to the problem which faced the kingdom, he took some small pride in that. It was there he would wait for Raine to walk by:: Raine.....::He whispered her name throughout the hall, hoping she would hear it or feel the presence of his soul::
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Post by King Nicho Klojhen on Nov 16, 2005 21:45:52 GMT -5
The gnomes had arrived and were presently erecting the statue of Drako in the gardens. Why gnomes you might ask? It's simple, if you want wood working you go to the elves, if you want metal work you go to the dwarves, for stone work, no one compares with the gnomes. (Why do you think today's gardens have so many gnomes in them?) The team of gnomes had already placed the base for the statue and were currently engaged in chipping out the likeness of a warrior, specifically Drako, in the stone. It was a statue to honor the fallen hero, beloved of GoldenMyst.
Nicho sits on a bench not far away, watching the gnomes work. He's fascinated by the gnome sculptor's speed at chipping away the stone and his uncanny accuracy in capturing Drako's most common expression while doing so.
Tink, tink, tink go the mallet and chisel, chips of stone flying here and there and the gnome sculptors continue to work on the statue.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 17, 2005 11:24:08 GMT -5
::He heard all of the gnomes from the main hall and decided to go investigate. He walked out into the gardens and looked to them and their work. He smiled, feeling honored to be important enough to have a statue made for him. He saw Nicho on the bench and walked over, sitting next to him:: They're fascinating little guys, aren't they? ::He smiled and looked to Nicho. Of course he could see him, he was the Ghostmaster::
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Post by r a i n e on Nov 17, 2005 22:22:38 GMT -5
The sprites had come to tell her that the gnomes had arrived to make the statue, and as soon as the children were safely settled with their lunch and Lai agreed to watch them, Raine went to join Nicho in observation.
Though Nicho could see Drako, Raine most certainly could not. She passed under the stone archway in the garden, holding the skirt of her black gown a few inches off the ground with her left hand so she wouldn't destroy it. She sat down on the bench next to Nicho, watching the gnomes.
"Fascinating..."
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Post by King Nicho Klojhen on Nov 18, 2005 0:54:20 GMT -5
He turns to Drako, the only surprise is that the soul is still around, he had thought Death had stolen and absorbed it. "Indeed, they are quite ..." he was about to say fascinating when Raine walks over and finishes the sentance for him, sitting on Drako's ghost.
"Ah, good evening, Sister." Not quite sure how to tell her what she just did.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 18, 2005 9:38:57 GMT -5
::The second Raine went through him, an undescribable feeling passed through him. Like he was one with her. He immediately stood up and turned around. Chills ran down his form as he looked to Nicho:: Is that supposed to happen? I thought that they'd just pass right through....
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Post by King Nicho Klojhen on Nov 18, 2005 12:04:14 GMT -5
He's not sure if he wants Raine to know Drako is there. He shakes his head to Drako, then projects mentally to him.
¤ You're not exactly a proper ghost yet, so I suppose that makes a difference. ¤
Out loud, he asks both of them, "So what do ye think of the likeness?"
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 18, 2005 13:12:32 GMT -5
Anduin's spirit would be in hiding, staying near the stairs, knowing full well that Death still followed those who escape him. For even now, Death's shade was within the walls of the castle. Anduin would watch Drako as Raine sat on him, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, despite all the worry he felt.
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Post by Turin Lothar on Nov 18, 2005 13:34:02 GMT -5
Having learned to escape from his crib, at the healthy age of 7 months, he would start to crawl towards all of the noises. Using his dragon senses to help him along with a soft giggle and coo.
Upon reaching the mainhall he would still follow the noises. Crossing the room to the other end as he looked to the stairs. Okay, this might be tough. Crawling down the steps, one by one, he would finally make it to the bottom.
Still crawling, a little faster now he would spot the people. Mommy knew everyone.. he didn't.
Crawling towards them he would soon plop down onto his rump, lifting his hands into the air as he giggled and blew spit bubbles.
"Bllahhh blllaahhhh gooo"
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 18, 2005 13:40:24 GMT -5
Anduin would look down and would see his son sitting there, a happy, healthy little boy. A smile would appear on Anduin's face as he would kneel down to look at him, a sad look carved into Anduin's face: My son...I didnt get to know you, and you never knew me....:He would let his transparent hand rest against the side of Turin's face, not sure of the baby could feel his hand:
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